They heard the loudest whisper,
a soft and gentle shriek
wolves cry for their sisters,
that they cannot bury

hear the wild ones cry,
howl all trough the night

they search for warmth and comfort,
as winter proves its might
they curse the cold, the hunger,
they howl out their plight

howl on somber child,
howl all through the night

glory days, they can't remember
hell awaits, come December
distant blaze, glowing ember
dismal place, come December

they feel the freedom's burden,
no shelter they can find
how could she desert them,
and forsake our kind
a hundred days have passed since,
mother nature died
a hundred more will pass till,
she will come back alive

near the wild ones cry,
howl all through the night
howl on somber child,
howl all through the night